Cracks in the Ship

Characters: Akako and Kaito
Theme: Love Spell

"A-As you know, Aoko-chan... that I'm n-not a good skier, but will y-you allow me to slide in-into your heart?"

"Um, Fujie-kun...?"

With the immense headache, Kaito bet his head was going to split apart any moment. He rubbed a hand down his face and snarled over at Akako, who was looking equally as unpleased as he was at the moment, although he did try to make an effort to hide his unhappiness behind his poker face.

"Is there no other way for this to stop?"

"If I know, I wouldn't be sitting here and doing nothing." Akako glared over at the bunch of boys flocking around a very uneasy-looking Aoko, who was squirming on her seat.

Just an hour ago, those dedicated targets of Akako's were under her bidding, until... until she messed up her curses and casted a wrong spell on the wrong person. Her original intention was to use a repellent spell on Kaito so no other girls, especially Nakamori Aoko, would go close to him for the day, but it seemed her luck and focus were close to zero today, as forecasted by Lucifer this morning. Ended up, she had executed an attract spell and missed Kaito by an inch and sent it straight to Aoko instead. Besides keeping a demoralizing mental note on practicing her degraded aim, she had to suffer the discrimination of watching her men leaving her for another girl. Unbelievable.

She should have listened to Lucifer's warning and stayed at home.

"Don't tell me your stupid spell is going to last forever?" Kaito leaned over to Akako and gritted with clenched teeth.

"Luckily, they do not." She ran her fingers down her long hair, trying to hide the pure relief of realizing her own answers too. "It'll wear off by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" His brows furrowed again as he glanced at his classmates surrounding Aoko's desk. They were so demanding and making a ruckus over Aoko that he didn't have the choice but to leave his seat and sit on a spare chair next to Akako.

"Yes. Better than a week, don't you think?" Akako scowled sarcastically.

"Tomorrow is taking way too damn long." He sneered, eyes still fixated at the crowd. If Akako bothered to follow his gaze, she would notice he was glaring right through Hakuba's brain when he snuck a kiss on Aoko's hand.

"For the last time, there is no other way other than to wait till the effect is all over."

"It would be even better if you didn't decide to use your-"

She rolled her eyes and flicked a non-existent dirt under her finger nail. "I'm not exactly pleased with this situation, Kuroba Kaito. Enough of your whining."

"I'm not whining." Kaito growled. "I'm complaining for a valid reason."

"There's no difference." Akako spat, her voice stung and cold like dry ice. She crossed her arms and was deciding on reciting her curses in her head to cool herself down, until a new horrifying fact dawned over here and she widened her eyes. She slowly turned to scrutinize Kaito as he tried to ignore her gaze uncomfortably.

"What is it? " Kaito muttered when he couldn't stand her stare anymore.

"Why are you here?" Akako hissed.

Kaito blinked. "What?"

"Aren't you affected by the spell?" As much as Akako refused and hated to admit, she needed to say it to explain the logic. "You should be with the crowd of blind folks and being head over heels with Nakamori-san. That is the power of my magic."

"Uh..." Kaito scratched the side of his nose uncertainly, an emotion Akako never knew the thief would possess. "How would I know?"

Even though there were certain odd circumstances when the spells Akako used failed to have any effect on Kaito, that flicker of hesitation in his blue eyes was enough to tell her that her spell worked perfectly fine this time round. "Just like the rest of them who are acting in love, you are the same."

"I'm now perfectly normal, like always." Kaito rebuked, teeth shining with contempt.

Akako crossed a leg over another like the queen she was meant to be. "You might have just answered your question." She was a witch, not a cupid. Besides, Nakamori Aoko was supposed to be her rival... damn it!

"It must be it!"

Kaito and Akako turned their attention away from each other to stare at Aoko, who was standing up with her hands furiously shaking her desk. She turned her head around, locking her eyes with Kaito as the latter made a gulping sound that was loud enough for even Akako to hear.

"This is your prank right?" Aoko brushed past a few boys and stomped over to Kaito, her face glowering over him. "Stop your stupid prank and turn everyone back to normal!"

"I swear it's not my fault-"

"Like hell I'll believe you!" With her own form of magic, Aoko whipped out a mop from nowhere and began her chase after Kaito flung up from his seat and ran out of the class.

True to his words, Kaito was acting perfectly normal like always, but the only difference was he didn't flip up Aoko's skirt during the chase. Well, he would have, if he was the only one looking and the dozen of boys wasn't gawking at him with that stupid jealousy firing in their eyes or something.

A/N: At this rate I'm going, this fic is going to turn into some KaiAo drabbles instead of DCMK drabbles... omg...